"Echo of Heartbreak, A Recipe for Life"
is a short story written in the form of a letter
from a very ill mother to her unborn daughter,
telling her the incidents surrounding her birth,
giving her advice on life,
and leaving her the best
of her family recipes.
Dear Gentle Readers,
Sometimes a book comes to life in unusual ways. This book, Echo of Heartbreak, A Recipe fo Life, was an in-depth character profile for a background character who never appeared in the book, MacKalvey House.
MacKalvey House is the story of a young girl abandoned by her father. She had wonderful grandparents that made sure she had every possible advantage they could give her. But, as grandparents age and become ill, Michelle found herself alone.
After college graduation, young American Michelle Rosemont visits a quaint, little village in England and decides to stay. She takes a job as a photographer for a historical magazine and meets Kenneth MacKalvey, an older British author.
They are opposites in every way. Can they find happiness together despite their major differences?
Twists and turns at every corner heighten the suspense in this cozy village mystery.
In this new and exciting chapter in the many lifetimes of our eternal lovers and soulmates, they find each other again. In every new lifetime, fate tends to keep them apart until they’re ready to face the obstacles and handle the burning yet beautiful emotions of love.
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When I finished MacKalvey House, I discovered the character profile of Michelle's mother, Melina Valentina Rossetti Rosemont, was enough to tell a story on its own. All I needed were the recipes.
Now, I am descended from a long line of fabulous Italian cooks, but I am not one of them. My mother was an outstanding cook and baker who never wrote down a recipe. She never gave a recipe to anyone either. Well, let me rephrase that. She never gave anyone the recipe correctly.
About ten years before, my mother fell and broke her hip. She was in a rehab facility close to me. But because she was blind and very, very hard of hearing, complete rehabilitation was not expected.
One of our many loud conversations revolved around recipes and the fact I knew she gave me her recipes incorrectly. She just laughed. She explained while she was able, she was always happy to make whatever we wanted and wanted hers to be the best. But now that her kitchen days were over, she was willing to rattle off a list of ingredients and directions for X.
So I went home and made X and the next day returned with a little bowl of X, to which my mother would say "too much flour, too much salt, you rushed it, didn't you?"
After many attempts and a few laughs along the way, many (not all) of her recipes were saved. Mother came home from the facility in a wheelchair, but she came home to live another four years. She passed away in 2006.
These are those hard-fought-for recipes. I gave them to my family members in a scrapbook with photos of my parents early days, everybody's wedding day, and the kids when they were little. And now, you can have them, too.
Go hug your mama,
Carol
About ten years before, my mother fell and broke her hip. She was in a rehab facility close to me. But because she was blind and very, very hard of hearing, complete rehabilitation was not expected.
One of our many loud conversations revolved around recipes and the fact I knew she gave me her recipes incorrectly. She just laughed. She explained while she was able, she was always happy to make whatever we wanted and wanted hers to be the best. But now that her kitchen days were over, she was willing to rattle off a list of ingredients and directions for X.
So I went home and made X and the next day returned with a little bowl of X, to which my mother would say "too much flour, too much salt, you rushed it, didn't you?"
After many attempts and a few laughs along the way, many (not all) of her recipes were saved. Mother came home from the facility in a wheelchair, but she came home to live another four years. She passed away in 2006.
These are those hard-fought-for recipes. I gave them to my family members in a scrapbook with photos of my parents early days, everybody's wedding day, and the kids when they were little. And now, you can have them, too.
Go hug your mama,
Carol
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